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The next day, a couple of the cooks and several waiters came to work with smudges of ash on their foreheads. Among the penitents was G-man, who’d gotten up at eight o’clock to attend early Mass. He had left the Church at sixteen, but over the past year or so he’d started going to Mass on holy days of obligation, and sometimes other days as well. Rickey didn’t like it one bit; as far as he was concerned, the Catholic Church and most of its adherents could go to hell in the same handbasket they’d presumably condemned him to. After a couple of arguments, it had become one of the few things they simply didn’t discuss. In every long-term relationship are a few pockets of deep and dangerous water into which one can step unaware if not careful. Eventually, somebody drowns or the interested par
